Post by edo on May 13, 2015 22:24:04 GMT -5
Hildegard
NICKNAME(S): Hilde
PRONUNCIATION: Hill-deh-gard
POSITION: Sklavin
Basics
AGE: Three
GENDER: Female
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 30in.
Appearance
Average in height for a Timber female, she is not as compact in appearance as lean, owing to lesser muscle bulk. She is predominately cream coated, with streaks of darker brown mixed in, darkening her ears and face. At her legs, the cream lightens to white. The only truly distinguishing feature Hilde has to her name are her pale, grey-blue eyes, and even this blessing she has sacrificed in part to the wretched mangling of the left side of her face.
Half her left ear is gone, a jagged line of pink skin marking its absence. Her brow and cheek bear a conglomeration of scars, an ugly sight, her left eye locked in a permanent squint over the useless orb.
Personality
Hildegard’s personality is complicated by a duality as distinct as the two sides of her face. Born as a Sklavin, she is well aware of her position, of her limitations. They were facts not soon forgotten in her former pack. Time has seen her neck bend beneath the burden of it, her steps become silent, her presence become small. Survival skills are… different for the slave class. There is resignation in her, bearing her by, a tiny piece of her mother in her mind, whispering be safe my child, please be safe, knowing “safe” too often meant “unseen”, “unheard”, “uncomplicated”.
So she adopts the prudent traits of the Sklavin: compliant, unobtrusive, dutiful. She was good at it, if her scars might have suggested otherwise. She was smart, and she avoided collecting more.
But for all her commitment to survival there was something more, something else inside her. It nestled uncomfortably in the space she had created for it, dissatisfied with her lot. She couldn't blunt the edges of her pride, her intelligence, her self-respect enough to stop them from slicing her up on the inside when things shifted. When she was pushed. That part of her shines through sometimes, in a glance, in a word, sometimes dangerously close to the surface.
History
FATHER: Unnamed
MOTHER: Eunoia
SIBLINGS: Unnamed (m), traded away
Her mother was pretty- a troublesome thing to be as a slave. A Freior male in their pack took a fancy to her one winter, and next spring she bore two pups: Hildegard and her brother. The male was traded away to another pack when he reached a year old, settling some small debt between their Dominor and a neighboring territory. Her remaining cub she nurtured with affection and a sensibility due her position. Taught her to survive. Taught her to reconcile what was inside her with the world around her. Taught her to be still, and to be smart.
One day the Alpha’s son returned from a diplomatic meeting in a foul mood. Hilde, at eight months old, was leggy and playful, and collided with the Alpha’s son by accident. In return he ravaged half her face in a fit of rage. That was how things were.
“A pity she lost an eye,” the Alpha said, “they were the prettiest thing about her.”
That was how things were. Hilde learned early. But the substantial loss to both her physical beauty and her functionality was too much. She wasn’t a valuable asset to the pack, or a gem like her mother. She was to be sold off at three years old.
MOTHER: Eunoia
SIBLINGS: Unnamed (m), traded away
Her mother was pretty- a troublesome thing to be as a slave. A Freior male in their pack took a fancy to her one winter, and next spring she bore two pups: Hildegard and her brother. The male was traded away to another pack when he reached a year old, settling some small debt between their Dominor and a neighboring territory. Her remaining cub she nurtured with affection and a sensibility due her position. Taught her to survive. Taught her to reconcile what was inside her with the world around her. Taught her to be still, and to be smart.
One day the Alpha’s son returned from a diplomatic meeting in a foul mood. Hilde, at eight months old, was leggy and playful, and collided with the Alpha’s son by accident. In return he ravaged half her face in a fit of rage. That was how things were.
“A pity she lost an eye,” the Alpha said, “they were the prettiest thing about her.”
That was how things were. Hilde learned early. But the substantial loss to both her physical beauty and her functionality was too much. She wasn’t a valuable asset to the pack, or a gem like her mother. She was to be sold off at three years old.